Ode to pizza

As promised, here is my paper/love letter I wrote recently for my English class. Please don't judge me for my grammatical errors and punctuation.

My Relationship with Pizza

Dear Pizza,

            I love you, unfortunately. There, I said it. I don’t know why you do this to us. Yes, I said “us.” I knew of my husband’s love for you before I married him, and I was okay with that. I never thought I would be a victim.

I remember when I first fell in love with you, and it wasn’t at first site. My husband and I were newly married when he brought you home. We didn’t even have a table in our house to place you on. We just sat on the floor; the three of us. Together. I made eye contact with your greasy pepperoni atop your mozzarella cheese. I winced. You didn’t look my type, but you were dinner that night.

As I picked up one of your slices, a tear of grease slid down it and landed on the box as if to say, “Goodbye, Box, my old friend.” I laid you down on my simple, white paper plate only to pick you up again. You seemed a little down, so I used both my hands to lift you up--to my mouth. I took a big bite, ensuring that both cheese and pepperoni would make it in.

Pizza, this is when I fell in love with you. Your pepperoni had the right amount of spice; it was the life of the party in my mouth. Mixed in was the grease that felt like a hot summer day, and the cheese fit in perfectly. Let’s not forget your crust! It was tortilla chips but with Wonder Bread, the right softness with a little crunch.

You’ve been there for me ever since then. Remember my pregnancy? Yes, we became very well acquainted during those long months of growing a human. I wouldn’t be surprised if you steal the little one’s heart, like you did her parents. After she was born, you were our first meal after we arrived home. Our neighbor across the street knocked on the door, and there you were in her hand. I could smell your aroma; calling to me.

We even had you for dinner tonight! I cannot resist you, Pizza. You have gone to my thighs. You are the reason I cannot lose the weight I gained from the pregnancy, but a small part of me says, “It’s worth it.” You were there when life changing moments were happening to my family, like our little one taking her first steps, and I am grateful. I know one day I might need to say goodbye to you for my health, but today is not that day. You’re family.

Love you till I can’t anymore,

            Sabrina

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I love you all and thanks for reading!

Sabrina